I often find myself stuck sitting for long periods of time because my should’ve-been-dead-two-years-ago cat plants herself on me, expressing her displeasure in no uncertain terms at any of my attempts to move. I’m not even sure I like this cat anymore. Seven years of hearing your closest friends tell you that they don’t care about your cat will sometimes do that to a cat-loving person. (more…)
Thoughts on Humility, Self-pity, and Pride
(originally shared at Emptied for Holy District on 09/26/2020)
Nov 1995. It’s a cold, dark morning in Montreal around 5:55 am. I’m 20 years old, on my way to work, slowly making my way out the subway station. I’m barely awake and all I’m thinking about is that after 15 more minutes on a bus, I’m going to have some time to grab coffee before clocking in at 6:30. I’m almost at the top of the steps, when a woman unexpectedly rushes past me at, pushes open the heavy exit door, and then lets it fly back in my face. Major pet peeve! For a split second, she turns around and I see the look of alarm in her face which is framed in a blue chiffon headscarf. (more…)
Sometimes a gift finds you when you’re not even aware of who sent it or why. It isn’t until you sit with it and feel the full measure of its weight in your hands, that you realize that not only this gift, but many others, carefully wrapped ages ago, present themselves to you to be unwrapped at the precise moment that you need them. (more…)
For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.
Art by Andra LaMarca
Take a quick look around you! Pundits peddling “wisdom” are a dime a dozen these days. Pick any topic that you need information on or something you need to make a decision about. Enter it into a search engine or ask a handful of people you know about that topic or decision. (more…)
The Lord is my strength and shield.
I trust Him with all my heart.
He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy.
I burst out in songs of thanksgiving. –Psalm 28:7
I have had a unique, concentrated view of the Church in the last 4 days.
I realized today, as I attended Ash Wednesday Mass at a local Catholic church, that I was “being hit right between the eyes with ashes to be reminded that everything ends, but that Faith, Hope, and Love are forever.” (more…)
Broken narratives can interrupt us anywhere in the world, in any station of life, and in any season of life. Moving beyond them is possible. In order to do that, we must address the roots of what we choose to believe. (more…)
Spinning effervescent tales
Conjuring erudite lies
With magic smoke screen
Our minds mesmerize